The Keeper of Unlisted Graves

The Keeper of Unlisted Graves

Herr Specht knelt in the dirt, his knees crackling like old parchment. In his coat pocket he carried a small, leather-bound notebook that had no official purpose. The Magistrat had erased these names from the register years ago, declaring the plots “reclaimed for perpetual silence.” But Herr Specht had never been good at obeying silence.